Blood and Bile

Dark tendrils gathered around the Valkyrie sword as Jorrik made ready his defence. As if in answer Captain Falon of the Legon of Sol raised his own blade and it shone with an inner light.

"Let us dance." Falon called out as he swept forward, blade in hand. So intent were the combatants on each other that they did not notice the chaos that was breaking out around them. That was until a walking corpse wandered between them and became impaled on both swords with a magnificent effect. The magic of both blade imbued the creature with their power and for a brief moment it shook violently before exploding outwards in a shower of rotten gore.

"What is the meaning of this?" Falon roared as he picked himself from the ground.

"Damned if I know." Jorrik spat putrid bile from his mouth and fought the urge to empty his stomach. All around them zombies lumbered back and forth intent on the death of the Legionaires and Sisters of the Old.

"You have no honour." Falon growled as he came on at speed.

Jorrik simply answered the insult with a pary from his sword. He was lost for words and could think of no way to defend himself against the accusation.

Sigrid watched in disgust as the situation unfolded and with a vile curse she rounded on her bandit followers,

"Screw this, we kill them all!" She screamed and as one the Sisters of the Old charged into the fray.